the ding ding man

the ding ding man by ric gustafson


The summer was hot. I heard the ding ding bell and I ran to the pure white truck. I was hungry for ice cream.
The white truck stopped and the little window opened. A man wearing white and sporting a dark beard smiled at me. " Can I help you?".
Sweat was dripping into my eyes and stung them. " I'm looking for ice cream".
He grinned at me. " I'm not selling ice cream".
" So what are you selling?".
" That people would simply believe in me, repent of their sins and they will be with me forever".
I kept wiping sweat from my eyes. " Not selling ice cream".
" Nope, just the free gift of salvation".
" If you are not selling ice cream" he said in a sad voice as he wiped sweat from his eyes again. " Why do you ding ding that bell?".
" I ding ding for the lost and for anyone willing to listen to my simple message".
" Sorry". I walked away from the truck.
Jesus watched with tears in his eyes and sadness in his heart. He dinged the bell and the white truck left the curb in search of the spiritually lost.

The End- dedicated to Tom E


Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric